Yesterday's headcovering photo shoot was a... challenge... to say the least. Nani and Grumpa were at a class, Paul was at the library, and Mae Bae was upstairs napping, so Sadie and I headed out to the porch with the baby monitor and got to work. I balanced the camera on various surfaces, programmed it to snap a picture after ten seconds and tried to position myself with each headcovering at a pretty angle.
After struggling to find a spot with not too bright and not too dark lighting I came to another conclusion.
I am gigantic.
Not gigantic for 40 weeks. But for 17 weeks... gigantic.
And I'm wondering how a person can have a bump this size when over the course of said 17 weeks, they've only gained 6 lbs. A redistribution of weight? A massive redistribution of weight...
Which leads to other questions, like:
How big is this baby going to be? Are we going to beat the girls 9 lb + weights? How big will I be in another 23 weeks?
If I hadn't already had like 5 ultrasounds I would be suspicious that there was more than one in there...